The sun's not yellow, its chicken!

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

I don't really have a retirement plan.

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.